#simon is screaming help me 😭

[im-out-of-it]

season 2, episode 2 “a door into the dark” also this is sort of long

1. “the law is hard but it is the law” does this shit extend to shadowhunters who murder any downworlders they so please and allow them to get away with it????

2. oh so because some downworlders can multiply and shadowhunters can’t?????? Valentine has to go do something about it??????? someone do the math because more downworlders are probably dying. if shadowhunters die, it’s because either they aren’t prepared for battle, they go into battle stupid thinking they can overtake their enemies. y’all can literally procreate and create as many shadowhunters as y’all want

3. “you could have portaled me to the clave, but did you?” LITERALLY VALENTINE IS SAYING THE SAME SHIT I WAS. Jace didn’t surrender to the clave, he didn’t send Valentine to the clave, and he’s chosen to leave with Valentine TWICE. Valentine wasn’t torturing jace in episode 13 of season one and forcing him to leave. JACE CHOSE TO LEAVE in case he was “bad” or whatever

4. like you don’t just join a villain because you think there’s something terrible inside of you. you stop your whining, work on yourself, and try to better yourself. I can sympathize with someone who is having an identity crisis but not with Jace. he never thinks about how his actions affect everyone else until it’s too late. Alec as of this next episode has almost died twice trying to protect jace and also requested him for help

5. I mean she literally hid that you’re a shadowhunter for 17 years while being on the run so is Jocelyn’s actions that shocking????? I’m just saying clary doesn’t know her mother AT ALL

6. yes and I applaud her for it. just let that ungrateful bastard die and stay dead

7. “there’s so much you don’t know.” “oh and whose fault is that?” I mean clary has a point. Jocelyn kept so many secrets and expected clary to be okay with it

8. now y’all got me defending clary fucking hell

9. “I’m a victim here too, we all are.”-jocelyn. oh how I love when people call themselves victims so you’ll try to feel bad for them lmao if you’re for real a victim, I stand with you but there’s something about someone pulling that shit so you feel pity for them makes me feel uneasy. Jocelyn is such a pick me girl and feel bad for me please girl

10. enter demon flower killing child

11. Jocelyn was right about the being the evil part

12. “your brother would only leave death and destruction”- well Jocelyn was also right about this as well. it’s funny how they tried to make jace “the good person” but he’s not. he’s selfish, conceited, and always does whatever he wants. he may not be who Jocelyn is referring to but jace is not a good person. I don’t even think he has the capability to change and be better. he’s constantly going to think about what he wants

13. Simon: I don’t get paid enough for this

14. ah shit, Raphael will be coming for your ass and not in a good way

15. I feel for Alec because he was close to getting jace back and he’s lost him again. I don’t like jace and I wish alec wasn’t so hung up on the idea of losing him but it makes me sad for Alec

16. Alec showdown part 3 (GO OFF KING 🔥)

17. MY BOY ATE DELIVERED CONQUERED AND LEFT NO DUST

18. okay though, what did he say that wasn’t true? Izzy was almost deruned because jace and clary left with the cup because they thought they knew better. Alec constantly saved clary’s ass just to get her mother back and he took the blame, as well as the treatment from Maryse and jace. Alec has had nothing but problems since clary arrived and I haven’t really seen her think through the consequences of her actions. Alec has had to deal with all of the consequences. Alec has every right to be upset and clary being like he’s my brother too but you haven’t spent the last ten years knowing him.

19. whatever bond Alec and jace have, it started ten years ago. clary meets jace for a few days and automatically think she knows him better than Alec does. and “I’m not my mother” but yet you create problems while you have other people take care of them? and I never once saw clary talk to Izzy or apologize after Izzy was almost deruned. the Lightwood family but mainly Alec paid for the consequences for her actions. yeah saying I’m not my mother but Magnus calling Jocelyn out for the same behavior Alec does just feels right.

20. Alec said what he said and he meant what he said and he did not fucking stutter and he will say it again

21. oh Alec made clary cry but guess we are even because clary almost ruined Alec’s whole family. Izzy almost loses being a shadowhunter, the lightwoods reputation was tarnished for a while, alec gets an arranged marriage, and then has to deal with all the emotional turmoil of that AND he loses jace (which means nothing to me) so yes clary is to blame for a lot of that but jace deserves the blame just as much.

28. let’s be fair, we aren’t close to being even

29. “your lack of training is a liability”-now you got me agreeing with aldertree fucking hell

30. Alec: there’s no place for you here. what I’ve been saying since the first episode

31. cue sad music so clary can go and pity herself 🙄

32. finally clary says something true and Izzy is being supportive as always

33. ok leave then lmao

34. I mean, clary isn’t a good shadowhunter. someone who only thinks about themselves and puts everyone else in danger shouldn’t be a shadowhunter (Alec is like we don’t need you bye bitch)

35. and if she wants to be a shadowhunter, she needs to go through extensive training and get a new personality and brain (and I’ll never understand how she’s a leader in the books. but then again, clary is CC’s self insert so it does make sense in a way)

36. aw Simon just got told off poor soul but it’s about to get worse and I have a feeling Simon would rather face the wolves

37. Simon, ya just fucked up

38. honestly it looks like Valentine is running more of a zoo than some group of people

39. Valentine: im asking for humanity. while you go out and kill innocent people????? honestly he should be have’s father because they’re alike in many ways.

40. jocelyn is all like omg clary ran away! where did she learn that from??????

41. Alec: there is only one person who calls me that and you are not him

41. Izzy is amused but Alec is not having it 😭 but this will make it better lmao

42. Alec: I’ve never been prouder of my little sis

43. Simon has asked for Magnus’s help because let’s be honest, he can’t find Camille on his own

44. Simon: I hate this

45. Magnus: have you met Camille? (I also love his face here)

46. but Magnus is open to helping Simon (and he’s going to be having a big day helping and saving people)

47. for a price (sorry it’s not free Simon, you’re not Alexander) (also Magnus looks pretty)

48. Simon: BUT MY JUNK MAGNUS

49. I love how helpful and kind Magnus is. Simon went through the vampire transformation before he was changed alone and then he sort of had Raphael’s help after he changed as well as Luke’s. Clary wasn’t there for him much which to be fair, he didn’t want to kill her and control his thirst more- (I wouldn’t have faulted him for it) but before he was a vampire, clary wasn’t there for him. but Magnus is here for him and willing to aid Simon and I think that’s thoughtful. Magnus and simons friendship is another one of my favorite friendships in the show

and I’ll stop at 50 because that should be easy to remember but there’s like 20 ish minutes left so I’ll start part 2 later today ✨

[babygirl-riley]

Hi I have a request so it’s like Simon and his wife arguing pretty badly like to the point where she’s shouting bare at him she’s on the verge of tears and while their arguing their new born cries so the reader goes upstairs to the crying baby once their baby is calm she doesn’t even go back downstairs to talk to him she just like stays in the baby room and goes on her social media to distract her self from Simon.

Hii so I have this written in my notes I always do that so I don’t forgot what I’m gonna ask and I hope this is what u meant tho cause im so slow it acc took me bare long to understand 😭

Quiet Home

You and Simon have been back to back arguments. Before you both could finish this one a loud cry interrupted the fight.

A/N: this is exactly what you asked for 😭 So embarrassing truly 💀 However this really tugged the heartstrings

“I want to be close to you, but I don't know what to do.'Cause if we are near to through, it may make it worse.”

Warnings: baby blues, depression, anger, arguments, fighting, yelling, screaming, baby crying, swearing, soft!simon, husband!simon, happy ending

simon x reader guide

simon x reader family

You were exhausted, you would clean, go get groceries, wake up every hour with the newborn, and everything in between. Usually you had Simon right beside you and help you with the smallest things. However, duty calls. Price promised Simon a couple months leave however, it was an emergency.

When Simon first brought it up, you knew he saw the rolling of the eyes but you brushed it off. Simon brought it up later and you just tried to push it away. Eventually it blew up. Things were said and yelled that weren’t meant to come out. Simon slept in a different room and he was gone for a couple of weeks.

You didn’t answer his calls but text him updates. It was petty but it’s a petty time. You were promised to have your husband here with both your child. Yet you are here almost falling asleep anytime it was early in the morning to feed the baby. You sat outside of the room of your baby as she bailed and bailed, being irritated and tired. Eventually you would go in sure but you were so scared that you would yell at her for being a baby.

After the couple of weeks you tried to brush it under the rug as you made Simon’s favorite dinner. Knowing he would be home. He text you stating that he will be home around 7 o clock and he was excited to see both you and the baby. 7 went to 8, 8 went to 9, 9 went to 10, 10 went to 11, and so on. The food went cold and baby was down. Especially you were tired.

You already put the food away and sat in the living room. You watched the clock before you angrily got up and started the bath. You needed to cool down. You heard the heavy footsteps heading down the hall. You rolled your eyes with the clock read 1 AM.

Simon noticed the light beaming through the room you both shared. Inhaling deeply he stepped in and rounding into the bathroom. You stood with a robe on and touching the warm water.

“S’rry ‘m late.” He said watching your movements.

“Okay.” You said not looking at him.

He frowned and shook his head. “I had a ton of paperwork and didn’t notice the time. Thought I had enough time.”

You didn’t say nothing as you went to the cabinet and pulled out your favorite salts for the bath. Simon watched as you poured them in and went back to put it away. “Y/n please.”

“Please what Simon? You were late. You weren’t here. Shit happens right? Emergencies happen. It’s whatever at this point.” You scoffed as you finally looked at him.

Simon noticed the anger in your eyes. He was upset that he left without resolving the last fight. He was upset that when he called you didn’t want to talk. He was upset he wasn’t home when he was supposed to be and not seeing his babygirl. He also noticed you are tired. Exhausted even. The bags. The purple shade underneath your eyes. “It’s my job you knew that when you signed up for it.”

You laughed and shook your head. “You don’t think I know that? Don’t you dare throw that in my face Simon. We were promised a break for our child yet he drags you back and you are willing to without a second glance.”

“Really? It goes back to me not carin’ about our family huh? That’s what you said before I left. You think I care more about my job than us.”

“Yes! Yes I do! I think that you are stuck in a loop without anyone but you! You are fine with just going instead of being here!” You yelled starting to walk out and brushing passed Simon.

“It’s my job! I have to go! I can’t leave my team behind!” He yelled back following you.

You scoffed as you ripped your robe off, ripping open your drawers. “Right but you can do it to us.” You mumbled pulling out sweats and a t-shirt.

“What’s that supp’se to mean?” He basically growled.

You snapped up and looked at him. “Ever since Millie was born it was like you have been gone. You will help yes but how long did that last before you skipped your happy ass to Price,” You yelled pulling the sweats up as you felt a sting of tears coming. You laughed as you heard nothing from him. “I have been doing this by myself with no help! Nothing Simon!”

“That’s not fair! How many times do I have to say it’s my fuckin’ job…”

“You have a job here!” You screamed as tears started to spill and right before anyone could say anything a wail broke through the air.

You both stood there for a minute before you raked your fingers through your hair. You wiped your eyes angrily. “Damn it,” You pulled your shirt on before walking out, grabbing your phone on the dresser. “I am sleeping in the other room.” You slammed the door shut before walking to the baby’s room.

You opened it as Millie screamed louder. You cried as you walked closer that turns to a sob. You didn’t know what to do. How to do it. You don’t know how to keep her asleep and fed and changed without being upset. You gripped the crib hard as you couldn’t move. You were tired and your baby needs you. “I’m sorry,” You cried as you picked her up and shushed her softly. “I know I know.”

You sat in the rocking chair as you let your baby fed. You scrolled on social media seeing all the happy couples. All what they are doing. All your friends looking like they don’t have problems. You missed Simon, not like he changed, just his touch, he soft voice when he whispers I love you. You missed his laugh when you both would have that marriage banter. You missed his tea.

You are afraid that maybe having a kid was a bad idea. That it ruined or tainted everything. You looked at your baby and inhaled. How could you think like that? What has she done to make you feel that way? It seemed like anytime Simon was around you were angry. Small arguments that turned into this. Your lip trembled and you held your baby closer to your chest. Tears prickling your eyes.

You threw your phone on the ground and sobbed. You were a monster. How could a mother think like that? Why would a wife yell at her husband for doing his job? You kept thinking about all the bad things that happened or been thought of that you didn’t notice that your baby was being scooped up.

When the cold air touched your skin, you opened your eyes panicked. You thought you dropped her as you looked down with tears blinding you before you felt a hand on your cheek. You snapped your eyes to see Simon, holding your baby girl close to his chest as she was asleep. “Baby,” He whispered concerned on his face. He was kneeling as he wiped tears after tears. “Come on let me put her to bed and let’s go talk please.”

“No,” You mumbled as you stood up. “I got her.”

Simon stood up and shook his head. “Please, you look tired.”

“I-I no she needs me.” You whispered but made no move to grab her.

“She has me too,” He said quietly. “Go to the kitchen please.”

You stared for a moment and looked at your baby. How small she was compared to him. How secure she looks when he was holding her. You nodded as you wiped more of the tears away. “Okay.”

Guilt pinged your chest as you glanced once to see him bouncing a bit as he slowly put her down. You walked into the kitchen and sat at the island as quiet tears slipped. You are tired you felt your body relax and felt heavy. “Baby,” You snapped your head up and saw Simon holding a kettle. “Do you want tea?”

You nodded once and looked away. It was quiet as he face the kettle waiting for it to go off. “I’m still mad at you.” You mumbled.

Simon nodded as he turned to lean against the counter. “Why is that?”

You rolled your eyes. “Simon you know why.”

Simon walked up and leaned his elbows on the counter. “Y/n I’m not doin’ it to hurt you two.”

You froze for a moment before looking away. Thoughts of how it could be different with him not having the damn job. However, he was right he wasn’t doing it to hurt you. “I told Price to call someone else but…he needed me for what I know.” You slowly looked at him as Simon looked the other direction. “I fought the old man about it for days. I didn’ say nothin’ cause I knew you would be upset. I didn’t notice that I was pushing you and our princess away. Just-just tried to figure out how to get out of it…I’m sorry.”

Now you felt even more bad. He tried to fight not to go and fought for the two of you. You inhaled but don’t exhaled afraid of sobbing once more. The moment Simon looked at you, you sobbed and hid your face with your hands. “I didn’t-I’m so sorry Simon.”

Simon walked around and shook his head as he turned the chair to gently pull you on for a hug. “Baby I should have said something and not fought it alone.”

You sobbed and sobbed as everything came down. “I’m so tired Si. I am tired of being awake so damn early. I am tired of cooking. I am tired of not being able to do anything. I am tired of fighting with you. I am sorry Simon. I should have been m-more understanding. You don’t deserve me. You don’t deserve to marry such a bitch. I have been so ru…”

He gently pushed you off to grab your wrists to show your face. Simon smiled softly before grabbing your chin with his thumb and finger. “I know. I know. You been overwhelmed with so much. We will figure it out yeah? It’s okay, we are fine. I married you for you even when it’s rocky. It won’t always be perfect.”

You calmed down a bit as you leaned into his touch. “Okay.”

The kettle goes off as Simon kissed your forehead to walk over. You sat still as Simon came around. “I will be here right now, try my best to help you my love.”

You looked up and saw him, his eyes glowing with love. You inhaled and nodded as he pulled you back into his chest. You snuggled in and felt warmth throughout your body. God no one deserves Simon Riley.

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley w/ a sick baby Headcanons and Imagines list

Am I back with the Dad!Ghost content? You know damn well I am, also yes the render I used is courtesy of our beloved @ave661 who's most definitely annoyed by my existence by now for constantly tagging her.

Will I ever stop writing Dad!Ghost? Fuck no, why? Daddy issues and baby fever, if you want anyone to blame, it's those two. And yes, I will be upset if this doesn't do well. (AHEM, MY SOAP POST)

Taglist of who I this would enjoy this and requested: @puff0o0, @blingblong55, @cutenote, @wise-owl and @connorsui. This last creator by far has given me the best fucking commentary on my work and I have more works on and coming about Dad!Ghost, genuinely thank you so freaking much, you made me cry 😭.

I'M BACK! Let's start, shall we?

❥ Dad!Simon who's a very nervous first time father, well there's a first for everything and so is the first time your guys' baby got sick.

❥ Dad!Simon who immediately got them a check up, it was a common flu. Naturally medication and antibiotics were prescripted.

❥ Dad!Simon whose heart melts once he hears the soft whimpers of discomfort of the little on as they stir in the crib. The soft raspy cries and flushed chubby cheeks and warm, almost burning temperature.

❥ Dad!Simon who is trying his hardest not to look back the car seat when you were on your way to the clinic, to check on the baby whose little cheeks are bouncing a bit while being entertained by their pacifier, the little cooling patch on their head making their forehead crinkle a bit.

❥ Dad!Simon who was amused by how talkative the little one still is despite being so drowsy and in pain. Babbling their little heart out while sniffling.

"Dada!" the little on calls for Simon, almost in a screaming manner if it wasn't for the poor little thing's scratchy and sore throat.

They let out incoherent babbles to Simon as if trying to tell him something, as if they're chatting like they used to, the only adjustments being the constant sniffles and coughs. Them being reduced to their clogged nose while trying so hard to communicate. (Here's your visual)

Simon took the warm baby bottle from your hands to feed the little one.

"Bee, slow down.." A new nickname picked up by Simon to give to your little one, bumblebee, trying to tell them to slow down from chugging.

❥ Dad!Simon who never thought the baby wouldn't get any more clingy, at least not until they got sick. Constantly asking for "dada" and "mama" while he goes on about his day trying to help his wife, you, to keep up with the chores around the house.

❥ Dad!Simon who feels a bit guilty because he loves the comfort he's able to provide the baby, especially that they're not comfortable and less than happy with the sickness. Having the baby on his chest, patting their fragile back gently with a hand that's almost bigger than their body as their dad's heartbeat lulls them to sleep despite being irritable the whole day.

❥ Dad!Simon who joins in when the baby entertains themselves while playing with the various rattles and teething toys.

Bumblebee shaking the tiny rattle, a bit in frustration, knocking their self back. Luckily Simon had intense reflexes and managed to slip his hand in time between the cushioned but still quite hard floor and the baby's tiny head.

Simon let out a breath of relief, "You sure know how to scare me, don't you bee?"

The baby let out a strained giggle as their dad guided them to sit back up by their head and back.

❥ Dad!Simon who slightly chuckles when the baby's breathing starts picking up, their lips trembling into a pout, little doe eyes starting to get glassy from the tears forming with a pitched whimper, only to be silenced by a kiss from both you and Simon. The toll of the sickness only ever being reduced with yours and his affection.

❥ Dad!Simon who tries his best to make the baby take the prescripted medicine, that baby did NOT like the taste of it and he had to resort to sneaking it in their food to hide the taste of the bitter syrup.

❥ Dad!Simon who makes the little one blow their tiny nose.

"Come on pumpkin, copy dada okay?" Simon whispers while exhaling loudly out his nose, careful with the baby's sensitive ears.

The sleepy eyes of the little one trailing on him, trying to observe and copy, blowing their nose on the soft wipes Simon held against their nose.

After wiping it, Simon noticed how their nose now unclogged helped they sleep far more easier and with less frustration from them.

Shout out to a very consistent person who has been liking all the things I post despite them not being actual content @poohkie90 <3

Also I had no idea @simp4konig and I were mutuals, I'M FANGIRLING SO HARD WHEN I SAW THE LIKED POST NOTIF.

Sidenote: I'm sick rn y'all, like it just kept on coming. First was my period, then next thing I knew my nose is clogged and I'm sniffling, then the next I'm coughing and sneezing. There's so much blood rn I can't even. I don't feel good at all but I'm pushing through. Apologies if this was shorter than most if you expected from me, I wanted to elaborate on this prompt however I don't have much ideas so I'm sorry to disappoint.

[tojisun]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8ByaKXv/

BIKER!SIMON BIKER!SIMON OMG OMG THIS IS SO HIM PLS IM ACTUALLY SOBBING CAUSE I KNOW HE WOULD DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS😭

IM???? LOSING MY MIND???? THIS IS THE SWEETEST IM ACTUALLY SCREAMING the fact that this is the same couple with the handsy backpack is making me vibrate because theyre so fucking cute!!!!!

the helmet bump n then the helmet kiss- oh im so unwell. no yea this is soooo biker!simon

the way it was a spur of the moment until simon sees your wide eyes from behind the helmet, watching him with so much reverence that he realizes you love this :(( so he does it more and does it often.

simon pulls you in through your belt loop, biting his smile at seeing the way you have to tilt your head up, and he knows that you do it so you can see him from behind the helmet but he can’t help but interpret it as you asking for a kiss.

so he does: he bends forward and bumps your helmets together, nuzzling softly like a bunny-kiss, until laughter finally slips from his lips at seeing you blinking at him dazedly. confused at first, then later becoming eager.

you raise your arm to keep holding onto him, not wanting to let go, and simon coos as he repeats the action, this time tapping the mouth of his helmet on yours. he is addicted to the way your face brightens up behind your visor, how your eyes crinkle as you giggle at your helmets kissing.

yeah. this is simon’s favourite thing now.

the first time he does it in front of his friends, he hears kyle sigh and watches as johnny groans before walking away, stomping theatrically as he curses in scottish. simon’s been with johnny enough to know that he’s telling them how worse you and simon have gotten; how he’s sure that simon will never stop ‘kissing’ you now.

simon flips him off even though he’s right.

because if simon couldn’t stop kissing you when you two are off-road, what more now when he’s got you as his little, handsy backpack?

-

from: soap

> But you know I was just joking right? Because I was. You two are cute.

to: soap

We know. <

aww thank u johnny!! <

That was from my girl. <

from: soap

> I could tell. You’re not that sweet to me.

to: soap

Fuck off. <

[blingblong55]

My Darling -Simon 'Ghost' Riley NSFW

^@ave661 mother fed me baby fever again...lover her though

Based on a request:

Heyyy!! How you doin?!... I hope you're doing well with every thing in your life and I with you the best so I wanted to ask about that kinktober thing👀 would you please write 5,21,22 for ghost?? (breeding, praise and after care I guess) I truly admire your writing(kicking my legs in the feet and screaming quietly😭😭😭) so I think that I don't need to talk about the scenario and I really need this😭💖 thank you~ _____ F!Reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, breeding!kink, praise, aftercare, P-in-V, unprotected!sex, established!relationship _____

A/N: I just know this man makes love to his little darling when he wants to be soft and cute with her...

"Oh, what a good girl," he grins as you take his cock in your mouth, he pushes himself deeper into your throat, your eyes teary as he keeps you there for a moment. "Look at me my love," he whispers. Your gaze on him, his cock making you gag and then he pulls your head back, and you gasp for air. "Oh, my darling, doing so good," he leans forward and kisses you. His big arms bring you up, carrying you to his bed. The way his arms wrapped around you so protectively, it made you want him more. He lays you down on the bed and kisses you, getting on top of you as his lips stay on you. His hands were on your delicate face, bodies intertwined.

You pull away from his kiss only to have him sit down on the bed and bring you onto his lap. "Simon-" He cuts you off and kisses the tip of your nose. His free hand is on your face as the other rests on your thigh. "Such a good girl," he chuckles when you let him move you around. "I regret telling you about my kinks," you nudge him. "Oh you don't," he grins and nuzzles into your neck. "Good girl~" he whispers. You can't help but blush. "Such a good little slut for me," his lips on your neck, kissing the same spot he had many times claimed as his favourite place.

Your chest to his, one of his hands supporting your back, the other making sure his cock was sliding into you. You look at him, eyes almost closing as his fat cock slips inside your tight cunt. You whimper, biting your lip down only to have his fingers pull on your lips. "C'mon, focus on me, R/N." His voice is so soft like a plea for you only to hear. As he kisses you, his arms wrap around your body, keeping it warm and comfortable. "I won't let go, just trust me." He reassures you when he sees how hesitant you are. His balls slapped against you with each of his thrusts. Your hands are on his shoulders, holding onto him.

His lips on you, never leaving them when in between kisses he whispers sweet nothings and promises for the future. His gaze is on you, a hand on your tummy when he whispers, "I'll pump you full of my kids." Another promise for the future. His fat cock parting your lips, you cry in pleasure and as he groans or grunts he kisses you. "You'll be so beautiful when you're all chubby with my babies, that beautiful belly of yours, carrying my kids," he kisses you again. Your body pressed against him tight. You, the key to his heaven. "I love you," he reminds you, his cock twitching as he paints your walls white. He moans, kisses your shoulder and lets his cum drip from you. You both panting, holding the other with care.

His forehead resting on yours, "God, you're such a beauty." Both of you catching your breath. He kisses your hands that rest on his chest. From your hand to your shoulder, he kissed and repeated in whispers, "I love you, I really love you," it was like a soft reminder of the words you so needed to believe. He kisses your neck and jaw, "To the moon and back," he whispers. You smile and brush your hands on his hair. He hums, "Hmm, just like that," he whispers and leans into your touch. He reaches for a towel and wipes the sweat, and tears from your pretty face. "I love you too, Simon," your stare so soft, so full of love for a man who swore no one would love him.

And he knew he knew best to trust the sweet melody of your voice when you spoke the words all poets died writing. His hands caressing your delicate face. Like all songs about real love, the struggles, the sex and the tears, he wandered to you like a bluebird to a princess, his princess. He lays you back down, massages your body and lays beside you. His eyes never leave you as for the first time in his life he made real love to the woman of his dreams. All other times, it was sex for what sex is, two people, one bed. The art of making love is magical, two lovers, one bed, two lips, two hearts and one home.

Your eyes closed as you sighed, sheets over both your bodies, he smiled, staring at the ceiling. A wish a young soldier made many moons ago, now coming true. "I love you," you repeat, an oath to the gods of the sun and moon. "I love you more," he whispers back, another oath to the gods of love and war. "My only girl," he holds you tight.

A/N: this is what happens when Niall Horan plays as I write smut...

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[heartkaji]

★ ALVINNN !! ⸺ AND THE WINBRE BOYS ?!

synopsis ୨ৎ : relationship dynamics i think the winbre boys would have based on the chipmunks & chipettes

notes ୨ৎ : had this idea while rewatching alvin & the chip-munks with my baby brother </3 missed this show sm

❤︎ TOGAME JO — SIMON & JEANETTE

stay with me here.

i don’t mean simon & jeanette in the sense that two of you are nerds or anything. when i think simon and jeanette, i think emotionally mature simon and anxious girlfriend jeanette who’s always in need of simon’s reassurance ( they’re so cute i want to eat them )

it’s like that with you and jo. togame is more mature and the bigger person in every situation. he never lets you two go to bed angry, and he’ll appologize first, even in times when he thinks he’s not in the wrong. togame also NEVER raises his voice. never ever. i can’t imagine him & yelling in the same sentence. so even in heated arguments where you’re screaming and crying with mascara running down your cheeks togame stays gentle and quiet, fingers pressed into his palm so tight he’s nearly bleeding because god you’re crying and he has no fucking idea what he can say to help you calm down. he doesn’t even care about what you guys were fighting about anymore, he just needs you to feel better. ( GODDDD WHERE IS MY TOGAME 😭⁉️)

anxious attachment girlies your time has come

with togame your anxiety is never triggered. you have his location and all his passwords, and he’s 100% not the kind of guy who asks for yours in return. he also calls you to let you know when he’ll be running late. i wish i could lie and tell you he doesn’t leave you on read, but he canonically doesn’t text. he has a custom ringtone just for your contact though, so often times he’ll call you in response or send you a voice message. either way you’ll get some kind of answer, togame isn’t into ignoring you in any shape or form.

NEVER EVER disrespects you, and I’m not talking verbal disrespect or anything like that. i mean togame doesn’t like pictures of any woman other than you on his instagram, doesn’t borrow girls his jacket even to be polite, doesn’t help them pay—he’s your walking wallet only. he would never ever be caught dead doing anything that could cause someone to mistake him as being close to any girl other than you. he’s so perfect it’s insane.

togame also isn’t into playing games. he communicates anything and everything he’s uncomfortable with and sets boundaries in the sweetest possible manner. “i dont like it when you do that, baby. you can do this instead, okay ?” he says all of this while thumbing your cheek and pressing his lips to your forehead . he encourages you to commmunicate with him as well. if you’re more on the shy side and struggle with setting boundaries, it’s cool because togame does it for you. if he does something and notices a change in your demeanor, he makes a mental note to never do it again. he doesn’t voice out his observations though, he knows you so he knows your first reaction would be to deny that you’re uncomfortable. when it comes to communication, he’ll never press you, but he always makes it clear that he’s ready to listen when you’re ready to talk.

boyfriend rating : ∞/10 ; better not break up with him, this man is one in a billion.

❤︎ AKIHIKO NIREI — THEODORE & ELEANOR

i think this was very obvious LMAOO

i feel like a lot of people think of theo and eleanor as the sunshine duo, but theodore is actually pretty soft and shy. the dynamic between them is much like i described for simon and jeanette, except here the roles are reversed.

theodore is extremely talented, has lots of potential really, but is always putting himself down, much like nirei. you play eleanor, always encouraging nirei to think better of himself and put himself out there, even when he thinks it’s a terrible idea.

i feel nirei, like theodore, always overcompensates. i mean he feels he’s not worthy of you so he always goes out of his way to make you a little something, give you a little gift, just anything to make him feel like he’s not dead weight tying you down in this relationship with him. he’ll never tell you he feels this way & so you’ll never know & be able to reassure him or tell him otherwise, but when you smile with blood tinged nose and kiss his cheeks in appreciation like he’s the only boy on earth, he thinks that’s all the reassurance he needs.

if you have avoidant attachement issues i am respectfully asking you to stay the hell away from him. HE CANNOT HANDLE IT. your constant hot and cold drives him crazy and affects him more than the average person. nirei is someone who loves and feels deeply. he’ll overthink even the smallest things, whether that’s you leaving him on read or a comment about how clingy he is. like i said nirei overcompensates, so when he’s more comfortable in the relationship he gets very affectionate; not in terms of physical touch ( he still needs you to initiate that most of the time, the best he can give by himself are hugs ) but in terms of words of affirmation, acts of service and gift giving. if you comment on how he’s been doing too much for you these days, even if you’re speaking from a place of ’you’re doing so much for me, you should take some time for yourself’, he’ll misinterpret it as you getting sick of him. he tries to tone his acts of affection down, but then he’s plagued with the fear of you leaving him because he’s not doing enough. it’s an endless cycle :( my poor baby please treat him well </3

boyfriend rating : 5.5/10. i fear his insecurity & trouble comunicating makes dating him difficult, and his constant need for reassurance can get suffocating.

❤︎ ENDO YAMATO — ALVIN & BRITTANY

when i think alvin and brittany i think teasing ( but whipped ) boyfriend and done with his antics girlfriend.

that’s you and endo one hundred percent. endo yamoto is always up to no good, making cheeky comments or hiding your stuff just to rile you up and get a reaction out of you. you’re so fucking done with him—you don’t even know why you’re still dating this bastard but on midsummer days when endo decides to be more boy less devil you’re reminded ( just a little ) of why you love him.

endo yamoto has his sweet moments. of course it’s obvious he worships you like a god, but you often forget because of his troublesome nature. endo yamato is always thinking of you. it’s evident in how he always comes home with one or two trinkets that reminded him of you, whether it’s something he saw in the window of an antique shop or a pretty rock with colors that match your eyes.

endo is also very clingy. when you’re doing your makeup, getting ready to go out, endo tugs you out of your vanity chair and sits down so he can pull you into his lap, arms snug around your waist as he buries his nose into your neck. the feeling of his breath warm against your shoulder blades is distracting and it’s even worse when he’s dragging his lips across your skin. you knock his head with a makeup brush to get him to pull away even if just for a second, but he only responds with a grunt before his palm trails it’s way up & under your shirt.

yeah, he’s fucking impossible.

but it’s endearing. also did i mention he’s constantly teasing you ? he’s your own personal bully. but god forbid someone tries to make a fool out of you. if it’s a girl, he hurls the most gruesome insults he can think of, and if it’s a guy, lets just say the local hospital is gonna be taking in one more patient tonight ( he is UNHINGED, but we love him regardless )

boyfriend rating : 7/10. he’s a good boyfriend, but can get pretty possessive and extreme sometimes. also he often hurts your feelings on accident </3

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Ibiza -W2S

words: 1.2k+

warnings: alcohol consumption.

summary: you spend the day on a yacht while your boyfriend and his mates film hide & seek. You deal with his mean drunkenness. Then when you get back to the villa you take care of him.

notes: this is based off of this request!! I think drunk Harry’s hilarious😭. Don’t forget to reblog! Enjoy this extra lone one💓✨

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A few days ago we arrived in Ibiza. It was initially just going to be the boys because they were planning a few sidemen videos. But they decided that there hasn't been a proper holiday with everyone for years since, Ethan and Faith had Olive, Me and Harry got married, as well as Simon and Talia so we cleared our schedules and booked tickets.

We're here for a week and plan on doing as much relaxing as we can but the boys still need to film their videos. Today they're filming a hide and seek on a huge yacht. We're all staying in a massive villa that's really close to the sea line. "Morning." Harry yawned. My sleepy face curved into a content smile. "Good morning." I whispered before kissing his soft lips. Harry wrapped his arms around my torso. "Do we have to get up?" He dug his head into my neck. "Yes Haz. The boats booked for eleven." I replied. He groaned.

Eventually I got him up and we began getting ready. I pulled on a bikini that wouldn't give me offensive tan lines, since I'm planning on laying in the sun all day. Then popped on a cute cover up. Once I'd sorted my hair and covered myself in suncream I headed downstairs where everyone was sat eating breakfast. I said "good morning." then grabbed a plate of fresh fruit along with a smoothie.

After breakfast we all collected the last of our things then just as the taxis pulled up we left. Harry helped Ethan get Olives stuff into the boot while I carried the baby for Faith while she clipped in the car seat. It's only a ten minute drive so we were soon being dropped off at the dock. The day before yesterday we spent a few hours on a smaller boat but today (since they're filming a video) the yacht is massive. The crew also flew in yesterday to film this video so they met us here.

We were told not to grab our things from the taxis because the staff on board would get it for us. When we got onto the yacht we were immediately given drinks and a quick toor. The woman brought us up some stairs. "And these are the tanning loungers." Me and the girls looked at each other with a smile. "This is where I'm going to be spending the rest of the day." Talia joked, but she was being fully serious and I felt exactly the same.

The boys wondered off to film the intro for the video and all four of us girls lay down on a lounger, while Olive slept next to Faith in a little travel cot under one of the large umbrellas. I chatted quietly with Talia, Freya started reading her book and Faith soaked up the sun. We could hear the boys screaming, shouting and laughing as they filmed. Vik was the seeker and wasn't doing the best job which was obvious from what we could see from the top deck, but I'm sure that will make the video even funnier.

Once Harry, Ethan and Josh had been found we caught them peering up at us quite a few times. "You all look like creeps you know!" I shouted. The girls laughed from beside me and the boys faces turned a bright shade of red. "You just look too good in that bikini babe!" Harry shouted back sarcastically. I smirked with a shake of my head. Then returned to tanning.

After almost three hours the boys finally finished filming so we had some lunch. As the day went on we jumped into the sea, played mafia and just sat around enjoying each other's company. Everyone began actually drinking as it started to get later. Accept me, Faith, JJ and Tobi because I had had like one or two but really couldn't be arsed with a hangover, Faith needed to look after Olive and JJ and Tobi don't drink.

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I sat next to Harry as he swayed back and forth slightly. "You alright?" I asked. He was clearly very drunk. "What? Oh. Shut up I'm fine." He replied. I raised my eyebrows in disbelief. I looked around the group, all eyes on us. I burst into a fit of laughter. "Alright big man I think it's time you get to bed." I tried to help him stand. "No!" He shouted. I sighed tiredly. "Here. I'll help." Tobi got up from his seat. We decided to all call it a night so left the ship and got taxi's back to the villa.

"Here you go mate." JJ murmured as him and Tobi lay an almost asleep Harry on our bed. "Thanks boys." I smiled as they walked out with a quick "good night." I pulled Harry's clothes off, leaving him in just his boxers. Then I placed a glass of water on his nightstand, along with some paracetamol for his hangover. Thankfully Harry usually isn't physically sick when he has a hangover so there was no need for a bucket. After I took a quick shower I slipped into bed, next to him.

The next morning I got up decently early to make everyone breakfast. Faith was already downstairs since Olive had been awake for quite awhile and she didn't want to wake Ethan up since he was hungover and he woke up early yesterday for Olive. "Good morning you cutie." I greeted Olive in my high pitched baby voice, that seems to just appear whenever I'm around animals or babies. She giggled with the sweetest little smile.

"Morning." Faith also smiled as I sat down next to her on the couch. "So last night Harry seemed to be a little..." "mean." I finished her sentence. "Well yea." She breathed out a laugh. "He's a mean drunk. It really doesn't bother me to be honest. I find it hilarious." I chuckled. "I'm glad, I was a little concerned." "The first time we went out together it was a bit of a shock to the system but over the years I realised that it's just how he reacts to alcohol."

After a good chat with Faith I headed back upstairs to check on Harry. I slowly opened to door to see Harry front down on the bed with his face turned towards the door. I walked towards him and squatted in front of him. "Harry." I whispered as my hand gently stroked his face. He groaned. "Have some paracetamol love." I grabbed the pack from the nightstand. "My head hurts." He slowly opened one of his eyes. I smiled at him "I know. Sit up for me."

He pushed himself up and turned over so he was sitting against the headboard. He took the tablet along with almost the entire glass of water. "Was I mean?" He asked quietly. I laughed "Uhm... I've had much worse." He groaned as he covered his face with his hands. "Sorry." He mumbled. "Don't be. You were completely gone with the fairies." I said sarcastically. He chuckled but then winced, probably from the pounding headache. "Go back to sleep. I'll have breakfast downstairs when you're ready." I quickly pecked his forehead. "You're too good to me." He replied as he returned to his previous position.

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You came? You called.

Scenario: John Price, Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, John ‘soap’ Mactavish and Simon ‘ghost’ Riley

This is part one to three parts. All of these include the, “you came…you called.” As different scenarios I saw them being used in for these characters.

Honestly I can do a part two to this or even do an individual one-shot for a specific character. So if either of those sound interesting please please request it.

All of these were written in mind of different tropes but pretty much boil down to you both love each other. (Sorry if some of these are ooc I did my best😭)

Part Two Part Three

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Captain John Price

Warning: blood, pretty open ended 👀

“Does anyone have eyes on Y/n?” Price asked after several minutes of silence from you. He had been trying for what felt like hours to get in contact but you either couldn’t hear him or you were in a place you couldn’t respond.

There was a third option but he didn’t even want to think about it being a possibility.

“The house straight ahead of you,” ghost gruff voice cut through the silence. “Looks like backup was called over there.”

Price took a deep breathe, his eyes zoned in straight ahead. You had to be there.

As he opened his mouth to start giving off orders the sound of a soft whisper came through. So soft none of them caught it the first time.

Then it came again, “captain..” it was your voice. You were whispering like you were scared of getting caught by someone.

He felt his entire body tense at the way your strained voice finally clicked in his head. “I’m going to get her.”

Before his men could even argue price was running toward the house. He could hear a small curse and more footsteps joining not to far behind and he knew his men were running to join him.

“Price. I don’t know if I can get out of this one alive.” You words had him speeding up and with the help of the rest they cleared the house in no time.

Price found you not even a second later, you were trying to put pressure on a wound and he could tell you lost a lot of blood from the way you couldn’t focus your eyes on him.

You went completely limp the moment he picked you up in his arms like you knew you were finally safe.

It’s all he could think about while he stood outside the medic bay. He carried you inside and handed you off to let them take care of you so all he was left to do was wait.

But only a few minutes later your voice came back to him louder as you screamed his name from inside. He could hear the nurses trying to calm you down but you kept screaming for him.

He rushed in and as soon as your eyes connected with his you immediately stopped struggling. Your body slumping into the mattress as you looked at him.

“Price.” You sighed out smiling weakly. “You came.”

He knew you weren’t just talking about right now but about him coming after you even if he wasn’t sure you were going to make it out alive.

He was at your side in a second his hand grasping yours softly. It felt colder. “You called.”

You didn’t respond but he could see the way your eyes started fogging over. “You need to let the nurses fix you up yeah?” He asked gently, squeezing your hand as your soft gaze continued to stare up at him like you were committing it to memory.

“I just needed to see you.” Was the last thing you muttered before he was ushered out.

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Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

Warning: injury, your hinted at being a nurse here. Friends to…

It was late when Price and Soap all but dragged Gaz into the medic bay. Heaving him carefully onto a bed which squeaked slightly from the sudden pressure.

He watched his captain tell the nurses what happened but none of them were who he wanted. “Soap.” He groaned out turning to his friend who was at his side. “Give me your phone.”

Soap did so without question and sat in silence while Gaz called you, unaware of the time. “Hello?” Your voice came through a few rings later. Slightly groggy but still twinged with worry. “Soap?”

“Y/n.” Kyle breathed relieved to just hear your voice. “Nice to hear your voice.”

“Kyle?! When did you get back? Why do you sound like that? Are you hurt?!” He could hear shuffling on your end like you were running around. “Damn it Gaz the one time I don’t take a night shift.”

That caused him to pause. He pulled the phone from his face to look at the time and winced when he saw the small 4am in the corner. He felt worse knowing you didn’t sleep very well and he probably woke you up.

“I’m okay, just needed to hear your voice go back to sleep.” He hung up before you could respond. His hand suddenly feeling too heavy to hold the phone to his ear.

“Stay with him.” Price pointed to soap as he marched out, most likely to finish reports before he came back.

Nurses were bombarding him with medical talk and sticking him in every which way. It was more annoying than anything.

Only a few moments later the doors slammed open and there you stood, chest heaving as you scanned the room almost instantly finding him.

“Y/n.” He smiled weakly, the blood loss mixed with the hit to the head making him woozy. “You came.”

You looked at him like he was an absolute psychopath to even assume you wouldn’t after the call you just had. “You called!” You exclaimed marching towards him. “Did you fall out of another damn helicopter?”

“Definitely not-“

You looked to Soap pointedly who nodded his head solemnly. “It’s part of my charm I feel.” Gaz muttered, sighing in relief when your hands took over the work of the other nurses who left as soon as you came in, knowing you could handle the rest on your own.

“You’re gonna kill me one day Kyle. I swear to god.” You whispered as you dressed his wounds, freezing when you felt his hand graze your cheek.

“Don’t say that.” He frowned. “I never want to be the reason of your pain. Let alone death.”

You almost told him you were joking but in the next second his eyes closed and his hand fell to his side.

You almost panicked till you saw his chest rise and fall in soft breathes. The injury taking all the energy he had left.

“Damn it Kyle.”

~~~

John ‘Soap’ Mactavish

Warning: toxic ex, abuse, protective Johnny, best friends to…

Your phone was on two percent when you called Johnny in the middle of the night. You swore you almost started crying when his voice broke through the storm in your head. “Lass?”

“Johnny.” You sobbed into the phone before the call cut short. You pulled the phone from your ear only to see it shutting off and you felt all resolve start to crumble.

After the fight you and your now ex boyfriend just had you needed him.

You needed his help. You needed him.

In all the years you’ve known Johnny you can almost count on one hand the amount of times you’ve seen him angry.

You’re sure it happened often given his occupation but never in front of you. He hated you seeing him like that.

Which is why you’re almost surprised when you open the door only ten minutes later to see Johnny standing there, a frown adorning his usually smiling face.

“You came.” You all but sobbed in relief.

“You called.” He said as he let himself inside. He closed the door behind him and grabbed you into a warm embrace. “What’s goin on-?”

His confused gaze immediately hardened further when he pulled back just enough to see the red mark on your cheek. Delicately he traced his thumb over it, examining it. “He do this?” He seethed and you could only nod.

“Where the fuck ‘s he?” He demanded but you just shook your head and stepped away from his grasp.

“I don’t know he left after the fight but he’ll be back he has nowhere else to go.” You spoke as you led him further into your apartment. “I need help getting some stuff and leaving before he does. Can you help me?”

“Course I can Bonnie.” You didn’t even need to ask him, he would walk through fire if you needed him to. “Tell me what needs ta come.”

You led him to the bedroom and pointed things out to him and within ten minutes he was finishing packing all the essential things you needed.

You were in the living room grabbing anything sentimental when the front door slammed shut. Instantly Johnny was marching his way to where you. Where he saw you were being crowded into a corner of the wall as your ex got in your face.

Johnny saw red the moment he saw your body trembling beneath him. In a second he was in front of you, shoving your ex back who looked shocked for only a moment before he scoffed.

“You’ve a lotta nerve comin’ back ‘ere.” He ground out, jaw clenching when he felt you clutch onto his arm.

“Of fucking course it’s you.” You ex seethed taking a step closer. “You’re the one she cheated on me with aren’t you? I fucking knew it. I always knew there was more between you. The fucking way you look at her like a lost puppy gives everything away.”

He took a step toward you both again and Johnnys arm moved to shield you further behind him. He had no idea what was going on but he knew you would never do something like the man is accusing. You loved him with every fiber of your being and it’s something that killed Johnny everyday.

“You’d be wise to take several steps back.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll fuckin’ kill you. You’re lucky I don’t kill you now for what you did.” Your ex seemed to finally understand the glint in Johnnys eyes and instead of saying anything more, just shook his head and walked back out the front door—pictures rattling from the slam. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

“I didn’t-“ he paused when he heard you try to speak. “I didn’t cheat on him. I never would’ve-“

Johnny hushed you as he pulled you into another hug. “I know Bonnie I know. Even if you did he had no right putting his hands on you.” He pulled away only to grab your things and lead you out the door. “You’re gonna stay with me fer awhile aye?”

You could only nod.

(Soap part two- 6 Months)

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Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

Warning: none really. Pretty tame for my boy. Exes to…

You called him in the middle of the night on a random day of the week, whispering a soft “Simon?” Into the receiver that went unanswered.

You waited for a moment longer wondering if he would say anything but when he didn’t you just sighed and continued to speak. “I know I’m probably the last person you want to hear from right now but I-“ you paused to take in a deep breathe. “I can’t sleep without you.”

It felt like a heavy confession and it made you feel weak to even speak it out loud but it was true. You couldn’t sleep, not since he broke it off only a month ago. And in the time you couldn’t even get an ounce of sleep without him next to you.

Silence continued to fill the amtosphere and you almost wondered if you even pressed call. But with one quick glance you knew you did and he in fact did answer, just refused to speak.

“Sorry.” You sighed, resigning to the fact that you just may never sleep again. Being in the military it was hard to find something that made you feel safe enough to sleep but you did and it was Simon. He broke whatever was going on off. To scared that one day you would wake up and realize he isn’t the one that you should be with. “Forget I called.”

You hung up immediately after. Your heart couldn’t take the silence coming from him any longer instead you went around your small room and got ready for another sleepless night before you were sent back into the field early the next morning.

You had just turned off the lights and tucked yourself into bed when a rough knock echoed in the silence that was drowning you.

You let out a sigh and rolled out of bed already annoyed. You swung open the door ready to give whoever was on the other side a piece of your mind but instead you stood there frozen.

“You came.” You were shocked to see Simon was the one standing on the other side, eyes boring holes into you.

“You called.” He muttered before glancing behind you in silent question to which you immediately let him in.

“What-?”

Before you could even ask he was already taking off his shoes and pulling off his hoodie, which he hung next to yours on the door. A sense a familiarity washed over you. “You have a mission tomorrow. You need to sleep.”

You didn’t ask how he knew that information or where he even got it from. Instead you followed him to the small bed in the corner where he was already making himself comfortable. “You don’t have to do this Simon. I’m sorry I called.”

“Lay down.” He ordered and you obeyed quickly melting into his warm embrace as his arms tightened around you.

You didn’t know how he managed to do it but in only a few minutes your eyelids became heavy and slumber was quickly taking over. “I’m sorry.” He whispered softly but you didn’t register why nor did you care about what he was sorry for.

You only cared he was here now. “I miss you.” You mumbled and you swore you could feel his arms tighten further.

(Ghost part two- Say don’t go)

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Next parts to include,

Alejandro, Rudy, Graves, Valeria, Alex, Keegan and Konig :)

And I will post the rest tomorrow I’m too tired to do this again tonight.

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i beg you to continue with this fic of ghost, i want reader to gain some strength and make something 😭

Ghost x f!reader

Cw: I apologize in advance, emotionally (un)available Simon, age gap relationship (Simon is depicted in his late 30’s and the reader is around 21), older man!Ghost, young & naive!reader, slight spoilers for MWIII, brief mention of a developing alcohol addiction, hurt/no comfort, angst, screaming and crying, please don’t kill me for this.

Six months had passed since you last saw Simon. Truth be told, you’ve never felt better than you do right now.

You had moved out of your apartment three months ago after getting a promotion at your job, earning more money than you ever thought of having.

Life was good without him. You didn’t have to worry about getting your feelings hurt anymore.

Simon on the other hand, had been going through the worst months of his life.

He lost a good friend of his while on a mission which resulted in him frequenting the bar close to his house more than he’d like to admit.

Work was hard then and it was even harder knowing he couldn’t see you or hear your soft voice again.

He hated whatever it is he felt when he thought about you and the last time you were together. He despised himself for the way he treated you.

He missed your sweet laugh and the way your eyes lit up each time you saw him even if he proceeded to ruin you moments later.

What was it about you that made him feel weird inside whenever he thought of you? If only he felt that way when you were still with him.

Simon felt like he saw you everywhere around him, like you were with him no matter what he did. It was a strange feeling at first but he had learned to succumb to the comfort it brought him.

It didn’t help that you were the main star in his dreams more often than not. Whether it be dreams where he fought harder to have you back in his life or him fucking you in your bed, a guilty part of him enjoyed the latter.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to see you, had to look at your face one more time, hold you in his arms and never let you go again.

Simon stood in his apartment and contemplated if he actually wanted to do this.

What if you didn’t want to see him?

What if he was too late and you had found someone who treated you the way you deserved?

He had to try, right? Sure he would be hurt if you didn’t want him anymore but at least he would have some kind of closure.

And so, he made his way to your new place. He had gotten the address from Laswell but not before she made some snarky comment about him finally “getting laid”.

Simon knocked on your door and stood looking down at his feet.

Then you opened the door and he swore his heart could’ve popped out of him at that moment.

“Hey,” he breathed out, but you just stood there, rendered completely speechless by the fact that he was actually in front of you.

“H-how did you find me?” You said after a few moments of silence.

“I’ve got my ways.” He said plainly. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to do.

Should you let him in?

All the while, you both just stared at each other.

“Do you want to…?” What the hell do people even say in these situations?

“Only if you want me to.”

And so, you moved to let him in, closing the door behind you and leading him to sit on the couch.

It was awkward. You didn’t even look at each other, just sat there in silence.

“Why are you here, Simon?” You asked. Why the hell would he show up now?

“I’ve been…thinking a lot about where we left things off.” He looked at you and you nodded slowly at his words.

“And?”

“And I think— I know I was an asshole to you and you didn’t deserve the way I treated you.” He sighed, and you stared at him, dumbfounded.

“It took you six months to figure that out?” You didn’t know what it was exactly that made you so angry. Was it his audacity to show up after all that time and think you’d be okay with it?

Simon went quiet again.

You stood up from the couch. “Do you have any idea what it’s been like for me the entire time you were away? How long I spent crying over something that wasn’t real? We had nothing! And i still felt like you were everything to me…even when I knew you’d never feel that way about me. Did you really think that—I would…let you in again after all this time?”

You couldn’t help the sob that escaped you, covering your face with your hands to wipe away your tears so he couldn’t see them.

He got up as well, slowly approaching you and he gently pulled you into his arms. You reluctantly relaxed into him, the tears still falling from you.

“I’m sorry for making you feel like this…I wish I was better—i want to be better…” Simon cupped your face with one hand, the other still wrapped around you and placed his forehead on yours.

With your eyes still closed, you hadn’t realized he’d lifted his mask up above his mouth. Your faces were impossibly close and he leaned in to connect your lips together in a kiss.

You felt like you were being controlled by something and it made you kiss him back, even when part of you wanted to push him away.

It went on for a couple of seconds before you eventually pulled back and stared at him.

“Is this what you’re really here for?” You said, voice laced with a hint of anger.

“No! Fuck, no! I wanted to calm y’down and it just happened.”

“I wanna be better and i wanna make you happy but most of all I want you to forgive me for how things were between us.” He was almost pleading, his eyes searching yours for any emotion.

You couldn’t help but scoff.

“All these words…and you still kissed me with your mask on, what does that tell you, Simon?”

He stayed silent. “It tells you that no matter what we have, you’ll never be able to feel like you can let your guard down around me.”

“But i-“

“And if we really decide to do this, what happens when you think i’m not enough or when you feel like you don’t want me anymore? How the hell am I supposed to be okay with that?! It took me six months to start feeling better even though what we had was nothing!”

“You are enough! For fuck’s sakes, you are all I’ve ever wanted!”

“Then show me who you are! I’m never gonna be able to love you if I don’t fucking know you, Simon!”

“You know I can’t do that…”

“Well, then you have your answer…” You looked down, not wanting to see his face anymore.

But he couldn’t look away from you, part of him knowing this was the last time he’d ever see you so he wanted to memorize everything about you.

“I think you should go.” You said, breaking the silence between you. “Please don’t try to come here again.”

You looked up at him and for the first time since you’ve known him, Simon looked hurt. You couldn’t help but feel a pang in your heart at the sight of him standing there, trying to salvage whatever this was but ultimately failing.

“Right…”

“I’m sorry for everything I did to you.” Were the last words he spoke before leaving.

On his way home, he had this weird feeling in his chest that he couldn’t explain, it made him realize why he was always so closed off and why he never tried to have something with someone.

Simon has always had this unexplainable fear of being rejected and left alone, and tonight, you invoked that fear further into him.

He had two thoughts that kept circling through his head.

He was never going to love again.

And the second one that pained him every time he would think about it.

You were gone and there was nothing he could do about it.

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[theoceansluvr]

Percy Jackson x Gymnast! Reader

warnings; casual injuries ? nothing major at all author's note; yippee for reqs !!!! idk why i love them so much but they make my month tbh even if they take me forever bc of school T^T

Olympics training with THE percy jackson ?!

yeah. your making it.

mainly because he's also training for either surfing or swimming(which ever you prefer)

but also because he's the most supportive boyfriend ever !

oh, you need to go do strength training ? he's doing lunges right there with you ! flexibility training ? he's learning how to do the upwards dog.

somehow manages to make protein shakes less gross too so that helps

would absolutely FREAK if he saw you fall off the bat though 😓

like if you sprain an ankle it's like he got punched in the heart or something like that

he's emotionally distraught over this as if it was him😭

LOVE LOVE LOVESSS watching you come up with routines !!!

like he'll literally just sit and listen to you talk about what you're thinking of doing !

he has no idea what a back hand spring is but hey ! you seem excited to do to and that's all that matters

probably watched the gymnastics Olympics videos with you just so you could gush about it for hours(i went on a tanget to my dad about Simone Biles when i watched them)

does a fake interviewer voice while your taking a break from practicing and asks the dumbest things

"What's it like being the most gorgeous person on earth ? Is it hard ?"

or sometimes he'll do it for an excuse to ask you genuine questions he hears interviews ask to.. by where's the fun in that ?

moving on, qualifications !

when i tell you he is LOUD.

like im not even kidding he's screaming, cheering, shaking the person next to him who he doesn't even know(they know him obviously but still)

he's thrilled for you dude !

he's only quiet when it's your floor time ;3c

and when you place 2nd ? oh he's right back to screaming once he finds out

expect the world's largest bouquet of flowers and a little stuffed animal !

thus, the soon to be Olympic champion couple was born !

I'M SORRY THIS WAS LATE AND MINDA BAD ANON :c not an excuse, but i've having the WORST pain flare ups so i kinda pushed this off for a lot longer than i planned on.. :<

[lethalchiralium]

You should totally not write a part two to Missus dying during birth. Where it's set month later??? Years later??? 😏😉😏

I mean the double angst would be just to much to bare! 😏😉😏

(No.... because side note I'm living for your GIRL DAD SIMON 😭🫶)

oh so you guys are EVIL evil. i partially wrote some of this way back, i was playing with the thought of her death but decided against it. this did get me in the mood to write for ACTUAL happiness, so watch out for that lol

warnings: alcoholism, grief.

happiness au!

Simon found that could never hold anger like he used to. It dissipates as quickly as it festers, he tried so hard to find something to be angry at over your death. He couldn’t be angry at Roach, he was with you in his place. He couldn’t be angry at Price, he was doing his job. He couldn’t be angry at you because you had done the best you could to get in touch with him. You nurtured his children, one sprinting around and one in your once warm belly.

He held his hand over WInnie’s eyes at the end of the funeral, little Mellie asleep in his arm yet still angling her away from the scene - he couldn’t bear to have his daughters watch their mother be lowered into the ground.

He did discover that alcohol makes the incredible pain disappear just a little.

In the month after your death, it was a cycle for Simon and Price to keep Winnie and Mellie afloat while he destroyed himself as they slept soundly. Drinking himself into a stupor and collapsing on his bedroom floor; his hazed mind forcing him to spread out on the hardwood, telling himself he didn’t deserve to sleep in a bed. In your bed. And despite the dozens of pounds he wasted on alcohol for that first month, the thought of you could never quite escape his mind.

You left nothing to direct him, nothing to guide him. Just hazy memories of your smile, dim visions of the way your skin touched his, faint pulses on his lips of what used to be your heartbeat. You had nothing away, no letters or little notes in any nook and cranny of his home - he checked drunk, he checked sober. He wanted to slam his hand into the wall that morning, hungover and wanting to scream - but his little baby Mellie babbled on his bed, little fingers dug into her stuffed dog, completely unaware of the myriad of emotions painted on the walls. It was like Simon had exploded, his emotions were everywhere.

And after one horrible night, Simon found himself on the floor of his room again. But he wasn’t alone - under his blanketed arm and curled into his side was Winnie, her green bear tucked into her own chest. His heart broke again at that, and even with the intense hangover, he picked up his daughter. He took the few steps back to sit on his bed, her gentle eyes slowly fluttering open.

“Do you wanna sleep up here, lovie?” He asked her, trying to keep his voice even as his head pounded.

“Just wanna make sure you’re okay.” His daughter mumbled, one hand wiping one of her eyes as she looked up at him. That made his heart burn like it had been doused in oil and set aflame. He crawled into the bed that hasn’t known warmth since you died, tucking in his four year old and keeping her close to his chest.

“Dad’s gonna be okay.” He whispered to his daughter, tears spilling from his eyes. “I promise.”

After that early morning, Simon stopped drinking and stayed sober for years afterwards. He was proud of himself for that seemingly small feat, but he was still devastated by the loss of you, he felt it every single day since. Teaching Mellie to walk, to talk, and to run were the first times Simon felt your loss again - he cried tears each time, knowing that it should have been you and him teaching your daughter these things. That you and him should have been teaching your children how to ride a bike, help them with their stupid math homework, help them navigate life.

But it was just Simon, trying to fill your shoes that he never had the heart to move from the front door.

He had tried to quit the 141 when you passed, but Price wouldn’t let him. Keeping him on desk duty meant Simon still got incredible pay and benefits, it meant Simon could take baby Mellie with him to base, it meant he could make it home before his kids got off of school when they were older. He never gave his all to the military again.

He had to learn all about periods when Winnie was twelve so he could help her as best he could. He had to learn all about her friends, then Mellie’s friends - he felt that time was always going too fast. He comforted his children through the loss of their beloved cat. He met boyfriends and girlfriends before his daughters finally fled the nest, leaving him alone for the first time in 22 years.

The month after he was left alone again, he opened a bottle of bourbon. He felt the pain creep back into his skin, he needed relief. He needed to not know what pain was. He’d drink when he was alone. He wouldn’t dare to have a drop when his children were around, when his grandkids were ever in his home. But when he was alone? It seemed just a glass of three fingers turned into a bottle, sleeping a couple hours turned into twenty, three missed calls from Mellie and a seven texts from Winnie - all asking if he was alright, that his constant sleeping was making them nervous.

One day, Simon tried to open his nightstand to find his ID tags, he was drunk the night before and woke up without them. He never slept without them, it was his way of comforting himself with something he’s had almost all his life. The nightstand’s drawer wouldn’t budge, wouldn’t pull open. He reached his hand underneath the drawer to try and dislodge whatever was keeping it from opening - a letter falls into his hand. He grew confused, there is no address or writing on the front - it’s obviously old too. He opened the envelope, seeing a date written on the lip in handwriting he’s wished to read for decades.

The day before Mellie’s birth was written clearly.

He ripped the paper from the envelope and fell to his knees, a photo of you in the hospital floated to the floor as he reads the letter. The last picture of you ever taken, one that came from that little polaroid camera he bought you before he left his whole family for the last time.

You didn’t leave him without direction. He just didn’t know where to look.

i love all the happiness asks so much that the new happiness chapter will be coming very soon

Copyright © 2023 lethalchiralium. All rights reserved.

[yandere-kokeshi]

your yandere price was sooo good 😭

can i please request some yandere ghost? maybe reader is a young spec ops soldier who’s really damn good at their job and the typical obsessive behavior ensues but reader is a really stubborn and prideful person so they just fight against him at every turn

— Stubborn

Warnings: slight violence at the start, Ghost being angry, intense makeout scene (I tried!) And love confession.

A/N: Thank you!! Please enjoy this fic, and I may or may not be barking for this man ^^! This is also male reader. Hope that's okay :].

You're code-name is Cobra. While I thought it fit, in future fics, I may change it to a more gn name.

“I told you to stay in the goddamn post!”

His exploding voice echoed throughout the entire room. You flinched at his suddenly changed voice, watching the invisible steam come out of his back like a dragon ready to set fire to a poor village.

Angered. That was his emotion. He was shooting a sharp, repetitive scowl. He’s holding back, cracking his knuckles, hands clenching against one another before uttering something under his breath now and again.

It’s chilling — terrifying even.

Normally, he was quiet and nice with you — at least to some degree. But today you fucked up.

You watched him turn around, facing the big window in the room, admiring the midnight sky and moon. To some degree, it helps cool off the sweat on your body.

Or try to. It certainly did not help with the anger in the room.

Rolling your eyes, you got up from the chair beside the desk in the room, standing up behind him.

“I’m completely fine.” You raised your arms, dangling them around to show him that no cuts or even bruises were forming on your body. “We finished the mission. That’s all that matters, yeah?”

You heard him scoff, “All that matters?” He shifts on his feet, turning to look at you with a glare.

“I gave you an order. ” He stepped closer towards your direction. “A specific — detailed order to not engage unless I worded!”

With each word, he came forward until he was right in front of you, intimidating you with his darkened-brown eyes.

“I–” You started, before flopping your arms to the side in defeat. You looked at the ground before looking back at him.

“I’m sorry.” You offered pathetically. You saw his eyes twitch — clearly not believing the word you gave out. “I did a stupid stunt. I’m sorry, Ghost.”

“Cobra!” You heard him scream at you, demanding you to turn back and return to your hidden spot. “Cobra! Get your bloody ass out of there!”

Indeed, Ghost ran a tight mission. But when it came out of line, he got extremely serious and violent.

“Keep them off my trail!” You yelled at the radio, hearing Soap curse on the other end. You fired your gun, emptying bullet after bullet into their skulls with near-perfect aim.

Although, without moving a muscle, you could hear his footsteps — thundering right behind you.

Before you knew it, you were pulled away into a random room with a very angry Simon. Legs growing in pain and a yelling leader in your face;

You were simply doing your job, right?

“Yet, you didn’t back out.” He growled, pointing a finger in your face harshly. “You could’ve died!”

“But I didn’t.” You sneered back. “You should be grateful I took them down — killed them all before they killed the hostages!”

“Shut it.” He snapped.

“Really? Why should I? I mean—” You scoffed, “Your the one who decided to come and grab me, push me away when I was alright!” You growled, poking a finger into his chest.

“Then fucking listen. It’s my job to make sure you’re breathing.”

“Really?” You ushered. “Cause if I didn’t do that, there would have been a bullet between all of their eyes!”

Suddenly, you were forced against the wall, watching his gaze tighten and his tattooed arm being pushed up against your neck. You jumped at the loud bang in your ears, mouth going dry.

You could practically hear Simon’s heartbeat — flaming in waves like lava rushing over land.

Your blood was boiling. Fists and legs tingling in frustration. Eyes narrowing in.

“I’m not scared of you, Simon,” You answered, “Wanna hit me? Don’t be a bitch about it.”

You stared into his eyes, hearing him breathe heavily before feeling his arm release you, resting right beside him. “You need to understand that you should come first.”

Your chest heaved, head pounding in adrenaline and annoyance.

“Then, we have two different views.” You rasped. Watching him lean back, his eyes staring into your soul. “My job is protecting people. And I’m damn good at it, so I’m not gonna stand here and let you shit me down.”

You heard him scoff. “Doing it stupidly isn’t protecting people.”

“Then why are you here, Simon?” You snarled, leaning forward to him. Though, you didn’t see him flinch or move an inch. Rather than letting you challenge him by getting in his personal space.

“You’re on some real thin ice, Cobra” He snapped.

You snickered, digging a finger at his chest. “Or what? You gonna hit me, L.T.? Go ahead, I’d love to see you try.”

“You don’t see it, do you?” He angrily blurted out.

“Wha–”

He gripped your shoulders, forcing you to make direct eye contact with him. “You can congratulate yourself all you want. But you need to realize the team almost — I… almost lost you”

You couldn’t think, nor anticipate his next move. What did he mean by that damn sentence?

But when his hand on your shoulder was removed, rolling his mask upward, and revealing his scarred face. You were hotly flustered and surprised.

His chapped lips — scarred nose, eyebrows, and greased smoked paint around his eyes. His soulless, brown-marked eyes were staring down at you. Hell, even his browned hair was somehow styled and perfectly cleaned. What the actual fuck.

He raised an eyebrow at your flustered face, “Cat got your tongue?”

His other hand gripped your jaw, thumb caressing your chin, pulling you into a hypnotic haze.

Pulling his face closer to yours, you didn’t expect to see or feel his skin — his stubbled jaw, his lips against yours, swallowing your fury.

He tasted sweet, almost too sweet for an angry and dangerous man.

Moaning into the kiss, you felt a smirking plaster against his face. Fuckin’ teaser.

You couldn’t breathe — think properly by his addictive smell and taste. His scent was calming, a calm that wasn’t needed now.

His free hand grabbed your side, pulling you closer into the touched makeout, making you feel his chest heave into yours. Slowly, your hand raised, dragging your fingertips into his slick and semi-wet hair, locking them between your fingers.

Kissing him tenderly, you felt him stiffen — slightly unsure how to proceed with this… ‘debrief’

But, he welcomed it a second later, grasping your jaw as his tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring your cavern. Earning a small whine, he departed himself from you with a trail of saliva.

Pulling away, you both looked like a mess; the two of you acted like you had an intense wrestling match, with hair slightly messed up, ragged breathing, and shaky gasps that certainly would be heard from outside the room.

Suddenly, Ghost grabs you, pulling you into his chest as your head rested against him, hearing his pounding heart and heavy breathing.

“I know you’re bloody good at your job. Jus’... never fucking do that again.”

You narrowed your eyes, feeling butterflies form in your stomach. “Didn't expect you to love me.”

You heard him mumble something, but from the shift on his feet, you already knew the answer.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

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[itsscromp]

I have an idea for TF 141 and its just loosely inspired by the song Teenagers -My Chemical Romance. Like Price is like scared of the reader, while Ghost is like:' I respect that'

Teenagers scare the living s**t outta me

Massive thanks to bestie @callofdudes for helping me out with this, but without further ado, I present gremlin y/n 😌😌

Oh boy oh boy where to begin with you.

Price was an exhausted man, he just wanted to do his job. He’s already got a kink in his neck from training and a headache since yesterday.

He’s never usually in the mood for all the crazy stuff you young sergeants get up too.

Like soap, you can be….. unhinged when you wake up on the right side of the bed.

Always full of energy and up to mischief.

You were like a gremlin.

While others would leave price alone, you wouldn’t.

He was usually the one to clean up your messes.

Covering your ass……… again

Like today, you thought it would be funny to toss tear gas into the bases gym. Hehe 😈😈

Laughing your ass off as everyone bolted from the gym, their eyes reacting to the gas. Red and sore.

Attracting the attention of two certain people.

You stood there proudly as they walked in “oh hey guys 😊😊” you said innocently.

Price sighed disappointedly as Simon watched “y/n….. I’m afraid to ask…. What did you do ??”

“I threw tear gas in the gym” you said nonchalantly.

He blinked rapidly “you did what ??”

“Tear gas 😊😊”

Simon couldn’t help it, he started to snicker “that’s bloody awesome” to which he received a slap on the arm.

“Don’t you start encouraging them”

“But why !!??” He pouted

“It was so awesome huh Simon ??” You smiled.

“That was pretty awesome” he snickered again.

Price glared at him before turning to you “I trust you to be better than this”

But that went through one ear and out the other.

Cause not even 24 hours later, another prank ensued.

This time you thought it would be funny to lay firecrackers on the field and set them off, scaring the bejeezus out of recruits.

Johnny most definitely did not help at this.

Simon could hear them go off and the screams to which he ran out, what happen… oh it’s just y/n.

And upon seeing this, this man cackled, I mean he howled laughing.

But as usual price was far from amused as he walked over to you, giggling like a witch.

“Oh did you guys see that, it was awesome !! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣”

“That was awesome.. ow !!” Price slapped Simon’s arm again.

“No y/n, that wasn’t, what’s wrong with you 😭😭” he was worried lovingly about his kiddo.

“Nothing 😊😊”

As a certain song went, teenagers scare the living shit out of me.

[mistydeyes]

Hi! Im totally in love with your fics and I was wondering if you could do a Ghost x Fem Reader and It would be him discovering that the reader has some sort of fire powers? I've had Borderlands brainrot for a while now and I've always wanted to know how he'd react to the reader having Phasewalking abilities or something 😭 If its a little too complicated I'll understand!

Again, love your work!

OMG Y E S this is such a good request!! like i've never read anything like this so i hope I did it justice! and fr borderlands is such a fun game, i wanna be a siren so bad haha

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summary: Fire was always beautiful to you. Despite the destruction it caused a forest, it allowed for growth and new life. It somehow found you throughout life but now your hidden ability to control it is tested when you and Simon are put in a dangerous situation.

pairing: simon "ghost" riley x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, descriptions of violence/fire

a/n: okay let's pretend that it's not an immediate red flag and threat of death to have powers and ghost doesn't call the authorities on your ass

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You never planned to reveal your inhuman talents to Simon. Even as a child, your parents warned you of the dangers of starting fires with your fingertips and would often gift you gloves lined with fire-retardant material. You had gone through your adult life with relative normalcy but dating Simon had been accompanied by a few close calls. From him almost catching you lighting a candle to you secretly diverting a growing flame away from the uncontrollable campfire, you held your breath and prayed he was blind to the event. You were resolved to using your powers to keep you safe (and to help with the occasional candle or stove for convenience's sake) but now you were being put to the test.

Your eyes and nose stung as Simon shook you awake. The room felt hot and you struggled to breathe in the smoggy air. "We have to get out of here," he yelled, trying to suppress a cough. You looked around and saw the bedroom door beginning to be engulfed by the sickly crackle of golden flames. "What's happening?" you asked as he pulled you close to the ground. "Not sure, I think the whole row is on fire," he weakly said, pulling you closer to the window. You bit your tongue as you continued slowly. Internally, you rationalized suppressing your powers as you knew a fire escape was on the other side of the window pane. "Just climb down," Simon directed, hoisting the window open but he swore upon looking down. "Fuck," he cursed lowly and you poked your head over to see the collapsed metal of the ladder on the ground.

He pulled you back on the ground as his mind raced with possibilities of escape. The room's temperature was building and you could see the semblance of scarlet and orange flames break through the door and heat the wall. Your mind was clouded as you debated on the quandary that was your current situation. "Simon," you whispered, holding his face in your hands, "follow me." Before he could object, you pulled on his wrist and began to make your way to the door. He tried to hold you back, screaming obscenities about your crazed attitude. You silenced him by moving the fire away through the door and decreasing the heat of the glowing red door knob. "Did-did you just-" Simon began to say and you responded by yanking the door open.

"I'll explain later," you continued and placed him behind you. He held his disbelief as he watched you move the vibrant flames and put them out with a small brush of your hand. It was as if fire bowed to your command and Simon tried to rationalize your actions. You eventually reached the entrance of the flat which was blocked by a wall of fire and ash. You closed your eyes, manipulating the surrounding heat and allowing you to run out. As the fire and rescue services rushed to your aid and placed you in an ambulance, you couldn't help but notice the nondescript look on Simon's face. "I'll tell you later," you mouthed to him, before closing your fist and sitting down for your medical examination.

[castlescrows]

t141 + könig beach day! 🏖️

summary: you and the task force have a beach day!

pairings: platonic!t141 x reader, ghost x reader

warnings: cursing, suggestive thoughts

a/n: this is gonna be a pretty long one so buckle up!

- it all starts when you guys came back from a stressful mission

-people were hurt, soldiers killed, and the aura during the whole mission was very dark

-Soap had the idea to suggest going on a trip

-he thought it would brighten the mood

-he brought it up with price and he agreed

-since there were so many of y’all, price had to drive a minivan 😭

-it was könig in the front with price, since he was quiet and wouldn’t disturb the man from driving

-gaz and soap sat next to each other

-unfortunately, you got stuck with grumpy ghost

-for the first hour of the trip, soap was torturing the rest of you guys with their unbearable singing

-ghost had already threatened him too many times to count and the ride had barely started

-once price turned on the radio, gaz and soap started to play card games and for the first time in history, they were both mostly quiet

-you felt yourself drift in and out of consciousness until you slumped over on the closest thing to your head, which was ghost

-at first you expected him to push you off and yell at you, but once he made no efforts to do that, you just relaxed

-the next time you opened your eyes you guys were at your destination

-you and König started to unpack the trunk and brought the stuff to the beach

-you had packed some snacks in case one of the guys would get hungry, something that always happens especially with soap

-at the beach, gaz and soap took their shirts off and ran towards the waves without even saying goodbye

-you laughed as a rogue wave drowned soap

-you decided it was your time to get wet 😉, and you took your clothes off leaving only your swimsuit on

-this particular swimsuit accentuated all the right parts of your body, showing off all the things you worked for during training

-you couldn’t help but notice könig’s face turn pink under his mask and look away when he noticed what you were wearing

-you felt really, really hot

-once you got to the water you couldn’t even hide the shock on your face from seeing ghosts form

-he was built like a Greek god, chiseled with pink scars littering his beautiful body

“any particular reason your staring at me?”

“N-no, i just, I’ve never Seen you this exposed.”

“hm.”

You looked away shyly, embarrassed you got caught staring at your lieutenant

-what you didn’t notice was that Simon did a double take when he first saw you, enamored with your physique

-he had to adjust himself after seeing you

-everything was going great, price had been sipping at a beer while looking at the beach

-soap and gaz had been play fighting, which was now what you got roped into

-you were screaming as you all were chasing each other

-while you were playing, you accidentally splashed ghost with water

-it was like the world paused, you were terrified to see what he would do

-even soap shut up, which showed a lot about the situation

-ghost then dead panned at you and the next thing you know he started charging at you

-you started screaming and running away as fast as you could and even called to price for help

-Gaz and soap were laughing at your unfortunate situation

-you ran and used poor König as a human shield to protect yourself from ghost

-eventually a laughing König betrayed you and swam away, leaving you at simons mercy

-he tackled you and you started laughing, and for the first time in a while, you finally felt at peace and happy

-a feeling that doesn’t happen often in your line of work

-you laughed as you gazed into simons eyes, seeing him smile too

-his usually cold eyes pierced into yours, seemingly warm this time

-during the sunset, you and the guys had set up a camp fire and laughed at missions gone wrong

-it was a great day

-overall, you were glad you had your team, people you considered your family with you <3

A/N: i hope you guys enjoyed! Let me know what you would like to see!

[machveil]

AUUUUUUGH AAAAAAH WAAAAAAAAAAH

*EXPLODES*

GRRRRLSKDLEKLED THE NSFW ROOMMATE!SIMON RILEY!!! HOKY SHIT!!!! PLS YOU MADE ME SO FERAL I'M CRYING 😭😭😭😭

MY THOUGHTS R RUNNING MILES RN THANKS TO THAT. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

IMAGINE AFTER THEY FINALLY SORT OF THE RELATIONSHIP??? iMAGINE HIM CONFESSING ABOUT THIS BOXER INCIDENT??? Imagine us the next day, very obviously on purposely, wearing his boxer as makeshift shorts once again. Of course he went feral. Of course he went feral even further realizing after he snatched the boxer we were wearing from our legs just to find out we didn't wear any other underwear beneath it???

Also I imagined it as the non skin tight/loose ish boxer AND??? WHAT IF HE PULLS BACK THE BOXER TO LET YOU KEEP WEARING IT AND JUST FUCKS YOU THROUGH ONE OF THE HOLE????? HELP???

UGGGGGH CRYINGGG part of my brain wanting to write this after we reach further stage with this roommate!simon BUT THE PART OF MY BRAIN WHO WANTS TO SCREAM IMMEDIATELY WINS AND THIS ASK IS THE RESULT!! Also pls abt the part he never been good about keeping quiet alkdlskskwks pls SO MANY THOUGHTS.....

I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT, ANON!! I also imagined it as the looser fit boxers and everything you said has ran through my brain too haha - I’m still mentally freaking out over it because that Roommate!Simon Riley thought had a chokehold on me for, like, three days

I’m planning a little slow-burn because I just want Simon to suffer a little, you feel me I love him. that said, there’s always the possibility Roommate!Simon Riley and Reader hookup before they get together or anything (and I have some downright evil thoughts about that - I’m pretty sure a majority of you guys would flip for what I’m imagining in that scenario)